Violet
Violet, I think you were right
to not give a damn about fasting in Lent,
as your life's sacrifice's is now
all the lies overlasting and together we give a hard
time to all the spies, who made your husband
look like a crook and tried to excuse his
health problems that they purposefully
aggravated with his craving for anything
fried in lard.
And you were betrayed even by some
in your own family, only because you had
given birth to a holy son with the most
bleeding soul because He always and again
fulfilled against all the odds and adversities
quietly and ever so humbly and to God obediently
but to you not directly visibly and understandably
His most holy role,
and confusing it is, when one's child is chosen
and one must live a life on the dole, when so many
bribes are offered to your neighbours, who suddenly
stop their hard labours because they are being paid
to play on you the mole, and treat you like
trash but have no scruples to invite themselves
to your table for a free and generous portion of
pie and mash.
And secretly they spit in the Judas church
even symbolically on your ash and celebrate
your funeral with a bash, including a neighbour
that even now does only ever from one
mortal sin into the next dash, and her world
does with yours for eternity clash.
And, fortunately, God has good news now for you
and your husband in heaven, as He has declared
the contract with the devil over, and even
the most evil connection between Rome and Dover
is emerging and He is putting all wrong right
Himself, and thus, you will get finally with
your beloved spouse also your rightful
place amongst the holy human race
as washed away by the Holy Rose See
is your every artificially thrown at you
disgrace, and you get even an order
devoted to your memory, and one of these
days I will paint also a picture of the Madonna
and her Son with your face, and paint you
in a holy woman's wedding gown,
and that will make all your enemies, who are
also the enemies of God and of our holy truth
frown, as they have never unlike you in true
holiness glown.
Please, tell your husband, that I won't use too much of the lard
and dripping as your son is not such a big fan of it,
but we don't really care about anyway all the dietary
anorexic bullshit of every secret society harlequina
and clown. And your granddaughter put under the
Christmas tree also your favourite oranges,
once known as apple from sina.
My tears are running of recognition and
I pray that they are an almighty ammunition
against the holy truth's abolition by the heretical
cowards of the Judas church, who have for far too long
made our lives hell with their every lie and desecrated
church bell, but at least we have lived finally now even
your story to begin to tell, as broken has now even every
former evil gypsy spell.
Violet, RIP,
with the Father of James John,
and we will name our children after you,
if that is okay, if God pleases, as He already
with some images in this direction teases...
Ziggy Agocsi (Pear)
and Chudy is also semitic and we are proud of it
unlike some Aryan git, who tells even about
Jesus Christ so-called bloodline any kind of bullshit
and tries to subject us still to his sniper's hit
but God holds in His hands St George's symbolical spear
and will even a once stone heart now simply with the truth
in infinite sandparticles tear, and then he will no longer
to the devil his allegiance swear...
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 15th December MMXI
to not give a damn about fasting in Lent,
as your life's sacrifice's is now
all the lies overlasting and together we give a hard
time to all the spies, who made your husband
look like a crook and tried to excuse his
health problems that they purposefully
aggravated with his craving for anything
fried in lard.
And you were betrayed even by some
in your own family, only because you had
given birth to a holy son with the most
bleeding soul because He always and again
fulfilled against all the odds and adversities
quietly and ever so humbly and to God obediently
but to you not directly visibly and understandably
His most holy role,
and confusing it is, when one's child is chosen
and one must live a life on the dole, when so many
bribes are offered to your neighbours, who suddenly
stop their hard labours because they are being paid
to play on you the mole, and treat you like
trash but have no scruples to invite themselves
to your table for a free and generous portion of
pie and mash.
And secretly they spit in the Judas church
even symbolically on your ash and celebrate
your funeral with a bash, including a neighbour
that even now does only ever from one
mortal sin into the next dash, and her world
does with yours for eternity clash.
And, fortunately, God has good news now for you
and your husband in heaven, as He has declared
the contract with the devil over, and even
the most evil connection between Rome and Dover
is emerging and He is putting all wrong right
Himself, and thus, you will get finally with
your beloved spouse also your rightful
place amongst the holy human race
as washed away by the Holy Rose See
is your every artificially thrown at you
disgrace, and you get even an order
devoted to your memory, and one of these
days I will paint also a picture of the Madonna
and her Son with your face, and paint you
in a holy woman's wedding gown,
and that will make all your enemies, who are
also the enemies of God and of our holy truth
frown, as they have never unlike you in true
holiness glown.
Please, tell your husband, that I won't use too much of the lard
and dripping as your son is not such a big fan of it,
but we don't really care about anyway all the dietary
anorexic bullshit of every secret society harlequina
and clown. And your granddaughter put under the
Christmas tree also your favourite oranges,
once known as apple from sina.
My tears are running of recognition and
I pray that they are an almighty ammunition
against the holy truth's abolition by the heretical
cowards of the Judas church, who have for far too long
made our lives hell with their every lie and desecrated
church bell, but at least we have lived finally now even
your story to begin to tell, as broken has now even every
former evil gypsy spell.
Violet, RIP,
with the Father of James John,
and we will name our children after you,
if that is okay, if God pleases, as He already
with some images in this direction teases...
Ziggy Agocsi (Pear)
and Chudy is also semitic and we are proud of it
unlike some Aryan git, who tells even about
Jesus Christ so-called bloodline any kind of bullshit
and tries to subject us still to his sniper's hit
but God holds in His hands St George's symbolical spear
and will even a once stone heart now simply with the truth
in infinite sandparticles tear, and then he will no longer
to the devil his allegiance swear...
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 15th December MMXI
God bless you!
Mother Sigrid Agocsi,
M.S. OHR
ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE (OHR)
KATHOLIKOS - universal
KYRIAKE - belonging to God
ECCLESIA - the gathering of holy souls in the Name of Jesus Christ
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